♥ Unpredictable Pleasure ♥

I had few problems with my Internet connection at home for the past one week. I don’t really have time to access the Internet that much while at work, except for the occasional YM sessions with few buddies. It actually became a daily routine for me to go online at night, at home, after coming out from the showers and having dinner. I’m obsessed with reading news, netsurfing while updating anarchylikeflower (ALF) and Facebook-ing (a major influence from my buddies (correction: my hot buddies) as they’ll upload most of our photos there ~ and the kick of commenting those pictures has been quite addictive I must say). Downloading software and songs is also an obligation whenever I go online.

Besides my 8 to 5 job and the late night partying, my life basically revolves around the Net. Err… pathetic kah tu ah? Lmao. So… not being able to go online for a week was a disaster ~ I was bored to death (read: Bored to deathhhh!!!! *with exclamation marks you see*)

I extremely hate it when I eventually reached the stage of ultimate boredom…my mind will start to wonder around and eventually I’ll come to that point when that thought of him keeps playing in my head (read: suddenly missing him like sial ~ I should type that in capital letters.. SIAL!) which was exactly what I wanted to avoid! Concentrating on FB-ing, clearing up my mails and updating ALF, will help to keep my mind busy so I won’t be thinking of him that much. I even dialed his number a couple of times but cancelled the call like 1 second after dialing. Yes. Me..Idiotic (does this make me sound very vulnerable and naïve? Boohoo). I even drafted text messages which I really, really wanted to send out to him (which includes a lot of cursing, swearing and my most overused word “WHY??”) but at last, I deleted the drafts as I know very well that it would not make any difference (I would intentionally press the ‘send’ button most of the time as I know very well I’ve run out of credit and the messages won’t go thru. Officially lame). Why exactly did I want to send out those text messages? Hoping we could get back together? Ouh no… I just want him to feel bad. Uttered this to one of my closest friend after post break-up ~ “I think I’m over him already. Didn’t knew it was this fast?”. Demmit. I was wrong. Lol. Silly eh…damn silly. Disconnected from the Net meant I have time to read my favourite Lydia Teh’s “Honk If You’re a Malaysian” book all over again ~ which never failed to put that smile on my face .. as well as switching off all nonsense thoughts.

I don’t blame it entirely on him but hey, please for once I hope he would accept the fact that he didn’t even care as much as I did. I’m not comparing who puts in more effort or whatsoever but I just want him to understand such a simple matter of ‘effort’. I do not want my life to entirely collapse for him, who unfortunately did not even have the slightest intention to make this work…so letting him go is most probably the greatest thing I ever did. Wondering whether I should give myself a pat in the back? I don’t think I want to ever be in a relationship this long ever again. Heartaches are a lot more bearable if the ‘love’ only comes for a short duration of time… I guess. Told myself repeatedly that getting over this kind of stuff might not be easy but I’m going to be just allright. The whole thing of dialing and drafting was part of the letting-go-process.(eee… ayat2 jiwang ohh kan. blek!)
I just couldn’t figure it out why I still need to whine about this not-so-important-lovey-dovey-story of mine until this particular day. The only explanation: Posibbly because I’m plain boring. I should have that label stuck on my forehead `~ BORING. Should add another word in front of ‘boring’… but what?…Owh I know.. Pathetically Boring!

January 17th (A Normal Friday night)

I went out for a movie (Title: Bedtime Stories/BS) with ‘the humble hotties’ (as described by Girl. Hip eh.) : Corn & Derrick, Girl, Sharon & her pretty 6 year old niece, Ben, Bino & his girlfriend. I was yay-ing to myself as all of us had a very normal outing that night – no consumption of intoxicating drinks (Hahaha. I made our night sessions sound so bad don’t I?? lol), no earsplitting music & no impersonation of MJ or JT moves. The initial plan was to meet up at 1Borneo Movie Theatre at 9pm so we can catch the next show at 9.15pm…but since most of us reached around 9.45pm, there was a changed of plan ~ We decided to go for the 11.30pm show (late night movie sudah ni). We then spent another one and a half hour wandering around 1B trying out quirky nerdy frames at one of the optical shop.

Honestly, I am no movie buff. I can count how many times I have been to the movies – possibly 5 movies in the last 5 years (basically 1 movie in 1 year). However, I’m slowly getting this cool movie-theatre-addiction. Maybe I got infected by Inden who can actually do a movie-marathon by herself (June babies rock bai tu!). I was thinking ‘shiok juga ni tau’ and wondered why I never develop the addictions a bit earlier? I’m now open for movie-invitations peeps. Movie ended around 2pm and we wanted to go for some yam-cha-ing. Drove around Alam Mesra but most of the shops there are closed. So our last resort was to go have some McDs at Shell (the nearest place which is opened 24hours bah) and this time we have Zack a.k.a Onot joining us. He just came back from Futsal and looked a bit tired but cool enough to join us that late. We seem to have a lot of stories to talk and laugh about (weird because of the fact that do we ‘meet’ each other via YM-ing, FB-ing, texting & calls like every day of the week)! Possibly because everyone (especially the grrrls) is so damn talkative and sometimes it seems like each of us ‘berebut mau bercerita’. Lol. I enjoyed. The only picture I have from the outing is the one below posing with Girl..taken with my 1.3MP cell. Hahaha.

It has also been a very hectic week at work. Been very busy with operational things, handling talks (am not giving the talk tho, the doctors are ~ am just doing my lame PR for those events) and preparing my MC Script for yet another big event at my workplace (which already happened on the 19th by the way).

January 19th (A Bewildered Monday)

Though preparations are made in less than a week, the event turned out to be pretty ok without that much disruption. The most talked about phenomenon was when the MC (which was obviously me…uwhhh how I wish it was somebody else!) unintentionally did a very “funny” thing! I fell down the stage! For the record, I fell two times! So it was double super-fuckin’ embarrassment!

Situation 1: Being the MC I had to go up and down the stage quite frequently…and there are times where I need to stand at one corner of the stage to give way for the Doa Recital by one of my colleague and also for VIPs to use the rostrum in delivering their speech. My first fall was right after the Doa Recital by Rosdi… as soon as the doa ended with “Aminnnn”.. I, Eleanor Richard who was standing just right behind Rosdi was trying to adjust my position…daintily taking few steps backwards…and suddenly the very silent moment was awaken by a very shocking sound “krashhhhhhh!!!”. This was exactly how it sounded when I fell sideways to the window blinds just next to the stage! It was a super-fuckin embarrassing moment and my stomach was in so much pain trying to refrained myself from bursting out in laughter in front of more than a hundred people and some big shots. Right after the fall, I actually had the courtesy to look at the crowd, gave a big smile and winked to my colleagues (but I did not have the guts to look at the VIPs tho.. krazi..) who are obviously covering their mouths to avoid bursting out in laughter! Who wouldn’t??!! I nearly lost my composure but managed to collect whatever is left of my…. dignity? Cilakak! Hahahaha. And so I thought, what’s the worse that can happen?? Falling the second time? Nahhh…Impossible because I am now extra extra extra careful.. right? No. lol! Proceed to Situation 2 please peeps.

Situation 2: The stage is made by combining several 1.5’ x 3’ boxes together, leaving small gaps between these boxes. As soon as our big shot finished her slide presentation and speech, I walked up the stage again to take over the mic and while walking back to the rostrum…my 2 ½ inch heels got stuck at one of the small stage gaps and I nearly fell down again. This time I laughed, swaying my head from side to side showing my bewilderment!! But continued my walk to the rostrum…Nodded at the crowd and continued with my MC-ing… pretending very, very hard like nothing ever happened! I felt like covering my face with a paper bag and have them on for the rest of the year. What a wonderful beginning to a brand new year I must say! Rotfl!

So there you go. My advice: Don’t wear skinny heels (even if you look so seductive with one) when you know the stage is going to be in such condition and be very, very careful with your steps… both front and back. I had a post mortem meeting yesterday with our GM and all Head of Services (20th January 09) and one of the highlight of the meeting was …”Incident of the Year – Eleanor falling down the stage”. Cilakak!! Hahahaha! A very krazi day. I couldn’t upload photos of the event for some reasons. Hehe.

(a last taken after the event ended)

January 21 (A typical Wednesday)

I stepped out of the office, ready to go home at about 6.00pm. On my way to pick up my mum, I was amazed at how grey and orange the sky was (I am now fond of anything in grey and / or orange!). I should have brought my camera along. The colors’ blended so well, I was awe-struck. It made that particular moment looked so gloomy but yet so stunning – the perfect combination! and definitely made me feel all gushy inside (I’ve been so in tact with my emotional side lately and come to think of it, it’s quite nauseating. Aiyaa, what a weak chick have I become?).…

*slapping myself twice, intentionally.. and hearing voices in my head ‘wake up you ass.. wake up!!”..*